In the year that I was born, the singing duo of Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe released a song titled, “I am my own grandpa”. A later version was recorded by Ray Stevens (one of many people, including Guy Lombardo, who also released versions), which you can listen to at the link below:
If you follow the diagram in the video, you can see that it IS possible for a man to be his own grandpa, even though it is highly unlikely.
Obviously, I am NOT my own grandpa, but (as of last week) I AM someone’s grandpa, due to the arrival of a little boy named Alexander, who was born on the morning of September 13.
My wife and I had long resigned ourselves to the fact that the only grandchild we would ever have was our daughter’s dog, Cody, who officially was our grand dog.
However, nature sometimes has a way of throwing us a curve, so the Brennan surname will live on for a lot more years.
Being a parent, of course, has its rewards, as well as its challenges, but being a grandparent is even better because you don’t have to worry about the 3 a.m. feedings and the dirty diapers.
When Brian was born in 1976, he had a touch of jaundice, so the hospital kept him and his mother in the hospital for about a week, several days longer than the normal stay in the early 1970’s.
Brian and Kim had decided that the birth of their child would be as natural as possible, so they made plans to take delivery at a birthing center in Tucson. On the morning of September 13, they DID make it to the birthing center, but little Alexander got impatient, and Kim gave birth before she had aa chance to get into “the birthing tub”. Kim was in labor a total of 2 hours, and all three of them were able to go home a mere 4 hours later. That’s not quite a “drive through” delivery, but it is pretty darn close.
So far, our grandbaby seems to be a very relaxed individual, as evidenced by the picture show below:
Welcome to the family, Alexander !